Lawn mowers make me want to commit suicide.
Drills make me want to throw myself out the window.
In a lesser degree but still maddening: vacuum cleaners, food mixers, rap songs, apple or carrot biting, people yelling and babies crying.
Hardly bearable: phones ringing, especially with low-class song tunes. Kindergardeners' yard break near my window. Snoring. Radios at work.
Blissful: lithurgic music sung a capella, the sound of leaves in the breeze, a very big chiming bell in the gentle wind, birds chirping, crows crowing, babies babbling, water flowing among pebbles, all storm sounds, soft saxophone.
Ecstasy: soft harp
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So-called white lies are like fake jewelry. Adorn yourself with them if you must, but expect to look cheap to a connoisseur.
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